A major part of life is spent in a state were we are out of touch with the waking world. We retreat into ourselves,
gather strenght for the next day, sleep the hours away.
But sleep can also be a way of not wanting to face up to unpleasant truths. To face friends, lovers or family takes strength we not always have. Cowardly we then shy away, try to escape into sleep.
In ”Hibernate” I pull the blankets away, exposing myself to the stares of strangers and friends. But then again, I put myself to sleep under nice and cosy blankets, cover myself up.
But the blankets keep building up, and soon it becomes almost impossible to move, sleep becomes my prison.